The TARDIS was hurting . . . and he didn't know how to heal her.
A questing tendril of awareness crept into his brain, and he soothed it automatically. The TARDIS didn't know what was wrong with her either; like a small child with an upset stomach, she knew only that something was wrong and she didn't like the sensation.
It's all right, he sent, in feelings rather than words. I'll sort it.
*snif* The poor Doctor, so worried about the TARDIS and helpless to do anything...
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Date: 2009-02-26 05:19 am (UTC)The TARDIS was hurting . . . and he didn't know how to heal her.
A questing tendril of awareness crept into his brain, and he soothed it automatically. The TARDIS didn't know what was wrong with her either; like a small child with an upset stomach, she knew only that something was wrong and she didn't like the sensation.
It's all right, he sent, in feelings rather than words. I'll sort it.
*snif* The poor Doctor, so worried about the TARDIS and helpless to do anything...